[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"No, but you are made of flesh - flesh that is easily bypassed, allowing access to all sorts of fun arteries and the like that will cause you to gush out water like a geyser,"[/color] Megan told her brother rather matter of factly. [color=silver]"A well placed incision is all that stands between you and death. If you were made of glass, your blood would be better protected."[/color] She was a medical examiner after all - a key part of Megan's job was cutting people open and removing organs and blood. She knew how easy it was to make a person bleed. 

	Megan twisted her signet ring and her suit of armor from Camelot materialized around her. She still had her skull that she had retrieved from earlier, as well as the tiny pet bat who now nested within it. At her side was excalibur, her magical blade, the one given to her when they first arrived in this strange realm. And the one that she had at first felt that King Arthur would wish to have returned to him. But just as Megan had now claimed her memories and her life from this world, she was claiming this blade. It was hers and hers alone, now and forevermore. [color=silver]"I'm ready."[/color]